It's late, at least by his body-clock. There's nothing else he can do, so he may as well take a nap.

The cot feels unreasonably exposed; he spends a few minutes wrangling the thin mattress onto the floor, at which point the framework obligingly vanishes to give him a convenient place against the wall to lay it down. He takes off his shoes and socks and his button-down shirt, and lies down in his jeans and undershirt, and stares at the wall.

A week. Maybe in a week he can convince them that he isn't a danger to anyone and they'll let him go.

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Caught the dude. His name's Andrew Wells. He's in the cells for a week for attempted kidnapping and fighting, but I'm trying to stretch that out until he's safe to be around other people again. Let me know if you have questions.

-Ava W.

Matt read the note several times. Thought about trying to find Epimetheus.

But in the end, he doesn't write anybody any notes at all before he can be found padding down the row of cells, soft-soled sneakers damping the noise.

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Andrew's sitting up on the mattress now, knees drawn up, arms loosely linked around them. He glances up at Matt, and then his gaze flicks away.

The cuffs on his wrists are clearly visible: brown leather, functional and unadorned. In a nervous gesture that looks habitual, the fingers of one hand are tugging at the steel ring set in the cuff on the opposite wrist.

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Ava's had a long, sucky day of trying to convince people that this time, longer sentencing is totally warranted. She thinks the only reason she won is because the situation pertains to her world, which is like the opposite of why you should win these things.

For the moment, she's skulking in a corner booth with tea. Chamomile-lemon.

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Working Security while also being a working wizard back home is always a little bit of a juggling act; every time Nita comes back to the bar from a few days away she checks the logs in the office to see what she's missed. It's not unusual to see a friend's name in a report. Which . . . probably says something about the kind of people Nita befriends around here, but that's neither here nor there.

That said, Andrew's name was -- kind of a surprise. As was the rest of the arrest report.